FROM WAY DOWN SOUTH
Someday this hill will wake from tropic night And show the sun to palms and native huts, And trees alive with birds, and sparkling stream But I will see the sun From way down south. Someday the natives singing at their work The song that I hear now, with slash of knives And laughing now and then, in harmony ; Will not be heard by me From way down south. Someday the moonshine, softly through the trees, Will fall on native girl in scarlet skirt, Her eyes a-dancing bright and fuzzy hair, And I will dream of this From way down south.
—Dvr. C. F. Milne
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Korero (AEWS), Volume 2, Issue 18, 11 September 1944, Page 15
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109FROM WAY DOWN SOUTH Korero (AEWS), Volume 2, Issue 18, 11 September 1944, Page 15
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